I thoroughly enjoyed this fictional account of Ernest Hemingway’s first marriage, told from the point of view of his wife, Hadley. Romantic, well researched and peopled with cultural and literary characters, the author delivers an atmospheric portrait of Paris in the 1920s.
How unbelievably naïve we both were that night. We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn't keep and should never have spoken aloud. That’s how love is sometimes. I already loved him more than I’d ever loved anything or anyone. I knew he needed me absolutely, and I wanted him to go on needing me forever.